I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth She's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine Sellin' little bottles
All night, under the laughing moon My heart is beating soft and low Love was here but now it's gone I'm by myself with my blue radio A spanish rose pressed
urge to go splurging on hose Nylons a dozen of those Now poor or rich wea??re enduring instead Woolens which itch Rayons that spread Ia??ll be happy when the nylons
your thigh high nylons are stealing the show. Panty hose? NO, we need thigh high nylons. Black thights? NO, we need thigh high nylons! Bobby socks? NO, wee need thigh high nylons
You can buzz buzz buzz and I'll like it And if you listen to the sound you will agree And if the rhythm moves ya honey And ya got some easy money You
I don't want to remember How you became my ball and chain Touched me with a burning ember I'm a prisoner of your pleasure and pain Every time that I
In every neighborhood there is bad and good Money's tight, prices overblown They sell ecstasy here on avenue B One way ticket to the combat zone The
Consider your love and what you need I know what it's like to be surrounded by speed Most of us can't slow down We move around too fast It's so sad and
Are you busy Baby are you busy tonight Are you busy Baby are you busy tonight Are you busy Please don't be busy tonight I've been waiting while the whole
In and out Of situations I take the good with the bad Ups and downs Get complicated But I don't have the right To be sad How about the children who are
Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas
Lock me up, baby Lock me up and throw away the key We must be crazy or we're crazy in love There's not much difference when you come to think of it The
Do, do, do you wanna do it? Do, do, do you wanna dance? Do, do, do you wanna do it? Do, do, do you wanna dance? The book of love's got a brand new page
Oh don't you know That's the sound of the men Workin' on the chain gang Oh don't you know That's the sound of the men Workin' on the chain gang All day
Eli's coming, Eli's coming Well, you better hide your heart, your loving heart Eli's coming and the cards say a broken heart Eli's coming, hide your
Dream, dream, dream, dream Dream, dream, dream, dream When I want you in the night When I want you to hold me tight Whenever I want you all I have to
Open your heart, your mind, your soul Open your heart Open your heart, your mind, your soul Open your heart Open your heart, your mind, your soul Open
Duke, Duke, Duke Duke of Earl, Duke, Duke Duke of Earl, Duke, Duke Duke of Earl, Duke, Duke Duke of Earl Duke, Duke, Duke Duke of Earl, Duke, Duke Duke